That’s it.

I caught the match between Aston Villa and New castle on Starhub yesterday night. Well, sort of. What I did was to catch it on the Mosaic, which meant a reduction in screen size to 1/16 of the TV size, and make me more reliant on the audio rather than visual aspect of the game. I watched it till Gareth Barry’s powerful shot took a wicked deflection off Damien Duff’s right foot, and into the bottom right of Steve Harper’s goal, before switching off the telly there and then. I knew that Arse’s luck like that would mean it would be hard to keep Newcastle up… and I was right.

 Apparently, where their first half display was solid but yet meek, the second half was toothless. With that, I would think that Newcastle’s leeches would be offloaded in an attempt to bridge the gap of Championship football next season.

I expect an exodus of no less than 8 of the current squad. I would guess that these are the few;

1. Joey Barton. This fellow is definitely top on my list to go. No stranger to trouble. At least when Craig Bellamy was around, he could score goals setting aside his troubles.

2. Jose Enrique. I miss John Beresford. Period.

3. Michael Owen. I think he would be better off playing with his horses.

4. Jonas Gutierrez. To be fair, I thought that Spiderman was something. That being said, he seemed to be affected by the saga with Keegan and Ashley.

5. Colocinni. Likewise with the above.

6. Obefemi Martins. On-off relationship with almost all the managers he’s been working under.

7. Sebastian Bassong. He proclaimed that he would definitely leave NUFC if they were relegated. A find comment to make, considering that he managed to get himself red carded and all. What a load of help.

8. Damien Duff. Nice chap. But I think, like me, he’s past it.

9. Xisco. Three words. Wtf.

I do hope that up-and-coming stars like Nile Ranger will stay on and help push Newcastle straight up into the Premier league, rather than go down and bite the dust like Leeds United. I hope, too, that Freddy Sheppard or Sir John Hall re-takes St James from Mike Ashley, who has undoubtedly made Newcastle United the laughing stock of the BPL this season.

 

Swiss Roll

Dear asked me a question today.

Why is a swiss roll called a swiss roll?

As a matter of fact, I didn’t know! So I told her that I would have to check it out. I then went through Wikipedia and this is what I got;

Swiss roll is a type of sponge cake roll. The thin cake is made of eggs, flour and sugar and baked in a very shallow rectangular baking tray, called a sheet pan. The cake is removed from the pan and spread with jam or butter cream, rolled up, and served in circular slices.

The origins of the term “Swiss” roll are unclear and the cake originated in Central Europe and not Switzerland. It is a traditional German, Hungarian and probably Austrian type of cake. The shape of the Swiss roll has inspired usage of the term as a descriptive term in other fields, such as in optics.

Just food for thought for those of you who ever wondered about it.

 

Happy Easter to all… and 0mg!

I was about to key in a long awaited boring post about how I had not been blogging for so long and yada-yada-yada when Wifey came in and told me that she’s having spotting. 0mg 0mg!

Is she in labour?

I can’t say. She doesn’t know. Haha… she just feels a little bit of a tummy ache. That’s all. We can’t really confirm at this time. That’s why I called for our Gyne. But, he’s busy at the moment, so I can’t confirm it.

Does this mean that Wifey can’t get baptised tonight? Goodness… I really don’t know. Finally, our baby feels like coming out already. Haha…. last night, as I played Jason Mraz’s and Rihanna’s cds, baby kept kicking Wifey, to our amusement. It felt like baby was dancing inside! Hehe..

Man… I am a really late bloomer when it comes to feeling stuff. Pain, anguish, sadness, happiness… they always come late for me. Am I anxious? I can’t say that I am. I certainly don’t feel anything now… it’s like normal.

Oh bugger… think she is due already. Gotta go to the Hospital. Cheers! Wish us luck!

 

Our First Year Anniversary

Ai Ling and I celebrated our first year as a married couple at the stroke of midnight in a way that we could not have expected.

We arrived home on Saturday night just after mid-night (thus technically it was Sunday) and realised that someone stole our doorbell.

Yes. That’s right.

Our doorbell.

Now, what kind of sick demented person would want to steal a doorbell from a young couple? What kind of fetish might that person have?

Well I don’t know, but to that person, that fella, who stole our doorbell… I have this to say.

Thank you. Thank you for letting my ears take a rest from hearing a nice melody streaming out from the doorbell alarm each time someone rings it. I do hope that you have some use for it. Please don’t it go to waste. And, if in fact you took it to replace your own and realised that it doesn’t fit, could you kindly return it back to us?

Sincerely yours

A couple without a doorbell

 

Busy dad-to-be

It’s been quite hectic for me these past few weeks, in terms of workload, family life and the Church. Family life, as some of you might be aware of, is about to get more hectic in the coming months.

There are plenty of things happening, and about to happen. One is to get the darn contractor to come back and repair the shoddy workmanship to the house. One is to finally paint the baby cot. One is to start re-learning all my basketball tactics, so that I can impart it to the kids at Church. One is to clear up the enormous mess that is called my workstation. One is to lose weight. One is to save money which isn’t really there.

So many things to do, so little time.

But I’m loving it (”,)

 

Strawberry Jam it isn’t

Bloody. Hell.

The traffic situation today was really out of hand. Vehicles left, right and centre! Hardly any vehicle could move, save for motorcycles, and thank goodness I am on one. Phew!

Vehicles signal to change lanes, not one soul would give way. So how? Vehicles change lane abruptly without signalling, and almost causing accidents everywhere to add to the bloody heavy jam that was already bad as it were.

Cheaper road tax, ERP and COEs… I do not need that. I feel that we should limit families to cars based on members. What? So you rich, you can afford to give each and every single member 1 or 2 cars each… why not save the environment? Car pool!

P.s. I’m saying this not to agitate anyone. It’s just that… I am so agitated, I have to let it out, right? BAH! Humbug!

 

Happy New Year

Happy New Year to one and all! May all your resolutions come true for you.

What is your resolution?

Mine is broken up into 2 parts, for once. Part A, is to get my weight down to 70kg, more specifically, the fatty part. Have to target that. That doesn’t, however, matter if I lose my fat and gain lotsa muscle. Part B then, is in case I do not achieve the muscle gain part. I will then have to lower my weight to 65kg, which was post-NS weight. I don’t ever think that I will hit >60kg anymore in this lifetime.

Okay folks, remember! Let me know what your resolutions are… =)

 

Congratulations

This morning, my dear and I headed down to Gallery Hotel for one of my good friends, Andrew, and Josephine underwent R.O.M.

A short post nonetheless, but I would like to wish these two lovey-dovies a hearty congratulations!

 

I think…

.. that we should prevent Malaysians from buying Singapore registered vehicles. I’m not being Anti-Malaysian or anything, but here are my points.

1. Malaysians buy Singapore registered motorcycles, cars, and commercial vehicles, in the process, they make the market for COE more competitive. When it becomes more competitive, Singaporeans find it more expensive to buy motorcycles and cars.
2. The difference between Singapore and Malaysian riders (Not all, but I dare say a vast majority) is that Malaysian riders are a heck more reckless when it comes to weeving in and out of traffic at the expense of their lives perhaps?
3. There are just SO many bike lots. Our country isn’t exactly small, y’know?
4. There are SO many riders / drivers who do NOT, I repeat, do NOT care the least about pollution. The smoke, the noise etc. Yes, I am aware that Singaporeans are equally at fault in that aspect. Therefore, I guess that it’s a matter of integrity, principles.

I still had some thoughts on this topic, but I can’t remember them off hand. Oh well.

What are your views on this topic?

 

Rant and Rave

Each and everyday I tell myself,” Alex, you look here. There are so many things that you know you want to blog about. So, do it!”

Each and every night, I sit down on my chair, look and stare at my pc, play a bit of Neopets, and decide to go to bed.

Where’s the friggin’ motivation?

Seriously, I think about the days of young. When I used to dash up Bukit Timah Hill wearing 5kg leg weights, in the hope that my unorthodox training might help me to improve in basketball. When I used to head on down to the gym 2 times a day, everyday, in the hope that I might be able to sculpt my body to look more like a Narcissist. When I used to check every Tom, Dick and Harry’s website, in the hope that I might share a view or something, to comment and say hey, that’s what I thought too!

I wonder where the Alex of young is.